A horizon rises with man made towers,
Concrete buildings lacerating the sky,

And through it all nature watches,
The grass of ages blows in the wind of tears,

Man walks in a landscape all alone,
Weeping for the days before the darkness,

So many questions grieve inside the heart,
And a savage silence engulfs the soul of a city.

Whether you voted Red,
Or Blue,
Always love each other,
And stay true.

No matter what happens,
Stay united,
And love each other,
Be part of a shared humanity.

Hate has no place,
Reach out to the forgotten,
Talk to your neighbours,
Remove the fear of the foreign.

Our children will ask,
They will point to us,
And their eyes will see our souls,

What will we tell them?
We kept silent as the world fell apart,
We let monsters scare away our freedom.

A homeless man,
living in a rotting factory,
found a limping crow,
crawling on the road,
about to be crushed
under the wheels of a car,

The man ran into the road
and saved the bird,

He got some water,
and he found some straw,
and he built a nest,
and bought some seeds,

In a crushed world
where animals and birds
are shot for man's mad sport,
the tale of a homeless man
saving a bird
gives the human race
hope for redemption.

The message was not a bunny or a rabbit,
The message was not barbarism or violent habits,
The message was not sacred war or mass ******,
The message was not invasion or racial hatred,

The message was freedom to live and love,
The message was faith in peace’s dove
The message was mercy in the world community,
The message was unity through a shared humanity.

A cold wind chills my face
as I stand on the high ridge of the cemetery,
This, here, on the grass beneath the old oak,
This is where my heart now sleeps,

Mother, she rests here.

Across her resting place, a few steps away,
Near the line of trees is the children’s cemetery,
Mother loved the sound of children,
The laughter, the energy,
The swirl of movement,

On some days, towards the dusk of a day,
I sometimes hear the wind,
And it twinkles though the branches,
The gentle breeze sounds like a chorus
of children at play in the fields of the Beloved,

This music, and this air,
This place, and this moment,
It has a peace,
And it has Mother’s warm smile,
That was her message to me,
A smile, she would say, brings light to our world,

We have no borders,
No barriers,
No divisions or colours,
We are the lovers of humanity,
That was her message,

Mother’s Day is not about flowers,
Or about chocolates,
Or cards and perfume,
Mother’s Day means ‘Life’,
Embrace Life,
The hour is getting colder
And time is friend to no one,
Remember Life.

The killers of peace,
They are the forsaken,
Their fingerprints are stained,

These are the eaters of insanity,
Violence throbs in their bones,
Souls far from the shores of humanity,

Families drowning in grief,
Communities torn apart,
And Love weeping all alone.